Pile Load Test: Mobb Deep - Locked In Spofford

They got me locked in Spofford the lil juvenile criminal Two kids approach to put blades to my throat They like my coat and ask me what I'm gonna do for that Give it up? Huh you don't believe that So I threw on my hood pulled out the banger Swung it at the kids that put me in danger They put away them blades and said "Why it gotta be like that?" Cause you get a little ox and don't know how to act Yeah, now I got props, and I'm runnin shit And when it comes to phone time, you don't get none of it So sit back and just chill Before you make a lil nigga have to get, ill Only got a month left, so I gotta be on my best But yet and still herb niggaz wanna put me to the test So I wild, with a blade and a Kool-Aid smile Let the juvenile catch wreck for a sec Damn, I wish I could put my hands on a nice-ass tec, and blow a nigga to Babylon But if you don't, got a knuckle game that's a damn shame Nigga ? for, they got you washin drawers But I refuse, cause I got nuttin to lose Props I gotta earn, plus I gotta pay my dues So in the meantime, I got a ox in my pocket They got me locked in Spofford Locked down, they got me locked down Damn, they got me locked down Locked down, they got me locked down Damn, they got me locked down To Spofford, and jv's worse than Rikers Adolescents that ball hardcore With the criminal minded juveniles The real lil niggaz step out of the piles And I'm not takin no shorts while I'm up here Spit em up, gem stars, but ain't no scars here Protective custody's ...